The dinner went deliciously that night. As the shield and the champion dined that evening, Cena stood in his hotel room, breaking up with Nikki.
Nikki sat on the sofa in Cena's suite with a look of disbelief. Did he really just give her the it's-not-you-it's-me speech? She buried her hands and sobbed, taking out her phone to see which room her twin sister Brie had booked. She found no such booking, however, because Brie was in a room with the champion. She sighed, and then headed over to ask Cena if she could stay the night.
Cena looked up from his texting with Darren to see Nikki's mascara-run face. "Can I stay the night? Please? I have nowhere else."
"Uh, yeah, Ok. Sure" Cena said hesitantly. As Nikki climbed into the king sized bed, Cena slid out, headed for the couch that would struggle to house his muscle-bound frame.
Raw opened with the usually snarky Nikki begging Cena to come down to the ring so they could talk. For the first time ever, when Cena's music hit, there was a booming cheer, instead of the usual cheer-boo that usually resounded around the arena.
Cena stepped into the ring slowly, instead of the usual baseball slide. She stood there for a brief moment, dabbing at the pounds of makeup she had to wear before she decided she would do immensely better if she were on her knees when she begged to get him back. She kneeled, and Cena wiggled his eyebrows at the audience. He got a few q dog barks in response.
"Please don't do this to me, we were so good together, why would you spend so many years with me if you were just going to dump me… "She kept dabbing as she begged, and before long, the diva's champion strolled out to ringside. She looked down at Nikki in disgust.
"Ew. Wow, you are an ugly crier. Um, how's it going feels? I hope you slept soundly, knowing you didn't have to wake up to that in your bed." The crowd cheered.
Cena began to feel bad for her. "It wasn't like that. Yes our years were good, but that's the point. I don't feel that I can tell you everything, and it's been this long. I mean, you deserve someone who can be themselves entirely with you, and not that I think you wouldn't let me, it's that I'm just too scared to try again."
Some of the fans awed in response, but most remained silent. They waited for something else to happen.
"Oh, yeah, you have probably been wondering where Brie is, right?" she asked the crowd. They chanted yes in response, and she chuckled at the irony. "Well, wwe audience, Brie has a condition called bulimia. Because of that, Nikki here kicked her out when she begged to stay. Brie then went to her boyfriend's hotel room, where he told her they should take a break until she could get help. You know where she went then? To me. That's right; I was a better friend than her own twin sister. I hope you get rejected by your friends the way you rejected your family." The crowd cheered.
The diva's champion left the ring with Cena, and the two walked up the ramp with their mike still on.
Cena threw his arm around her shoulder. "So you want to go out to dinner sometime?"
"No."
The shield came over to her room again, and as she had agreed to be their beard, she was torn when she heard a knock at the door. Ambrose stood in the kitchen with her helping her cook. She opened the bedroom door and peeped in. "Company. "The two looked over and nodded. It was Brie. Ambrose headed to the room quietly. Brie was doing much better, and the two actually became friends. Because Brie was Nikki's sister, the two were extremely close, and Brie provided the Diva's champion with things Nikki couldn't stand. At some point, it became overplayed, and Corporate decided to make a change: The diva's champion vs. Alicia fox.
Alicia was known for playing up the fox part of her name. The odd part about her entrance was that she swiped her hands downward as if she were a cat batting at the air. At least she had the decency not to meow. It was as if she wished she were a cat. The Champion decided to pursue this particular part of her persona.
Alicia fox stood in the ring as the GM named her the new number one contender. The champion made her entrance and stood in the ring across from her new opponent.
"As the new number one contender for your Championship, let me personally thank you for running my predecessor out of town. "
The champion squinted in confusion. What did she mean, out of town?
"Even though you may not have wanted to, you ruined her. You got her fired. You targeted the one thing she was self-conscious about. You my lady, beat her in the mental game before the matches even started. That won't work for me. I have no relationships. I don't care who you are, Jane Doe, I will beat you for that title, which you don't deserve to hold. "
The champion smirked, happy to finally have an opponent that took the title seriously. "Thanks for making this about what counts. Now if you could just stop swiping your hands like a kitten in your entrance, I think we might actually be able to fight like adults."
"Swiping my hands? "
"Yes, you swipe like you are a cat. Cats and foxes aren't even in the same family. Foxes are members of the canine family, not the feline. Maybe if your name was Alicia Ocelot, that might be tolerable. Anyway, I, for one, will be intrigued to think of the submission holds I can think up for those long, bendy legs of yours. "